Is it any surprise that I love you? That I consider you my most precious possession? That I vowed never to let you go?”I leaned close to him. “No....It doesn’t surprise me. I know you love me. You love me enough to hurt me when it has to be done. That takes real strength, because I know doesn’t come easy for you.”We turned after that and went back into the house. He released my hands at that point and let me go to the bathroom to clean up. He, meanwhile, went out to the car to put away the gag. I laughed, did you just call yourself a whore,I said. Yes I did and I love being a whore.She said I was married twice,both husbands died and any time I am single I become a whore.She said if I didn't have a place for us to meet we could go to a motel.I have a house I said.We made a date and she drove to my house one afternoon. When she came in my house the first thing she said was come on hotty lets get this started I'm yours to do what ever you want with any way you want it.Just nothing. My cunt still full as it dripped his friend’s seed. He was my boyfriend not Rob; it was he who should have had my cherry. How could I have done this to him?As we stood next to the bed I felt his dick rubbing up and down my leg though the rough fabric of his band uniform. Pushing me backward while removing the robe I stretched out on my back. His clothes came off before climbing onto me. I could not deny him the pleasure. What he expected was a hand job but that wouldn’t happen today, I would. Take your time."I left the office and closed the door behind me. Carrie looked around at me as I came out, and gave me another smile. I was struck again by the disparity between her expression and her mood, which was as black as ever."Hi, Carrie," I said, grabbing a chair from next to her desk and dragging it around so I could face her. She looked a little puzzled by my actions, and I eased some influence over her, to make her believe that everything I did was perfectly normal. "I've got some.